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Well, this past week has been quite the emotional rollercoaster. I don't know why I'm so crazy and I really shouldn't let a television show do these sorts of things to me* but, well, I kind of love it. Not sure whether that makes me a masochist or not but it sure does make me one very satisfied little fangirl.
What I need at the moment is some good, purging fic to read. It's unfortunate that pretty much everyone else seems to be in a similar catatonic state. =D
At the moment I'm supposed to be writing the first graded paper (a closed memorandum) for my Research & Writing course. It's only 5 pages and apparently fandom has been a great preparatory ground for legal writing but not surprisingly I'm unable to focus. The good news is that it's not due till Tuesday.
Yesterday had a therapeutic viewing of the Zack Snyder remake of Dawn of the Dead with the Baylor Sister. Nothing like some zombie violence to cleanse the mental palate. Also had a chance to comiserate with the Baylor Cousin over the cancellation of Jericho. It was her most favorite show on tv and she is in mourning for the loss of Jake Green's ass. It is her first fangirl experience in having a favorite show cancelled out from under her and that's always hard. Cancelling Jericho and keeping Ghost Whisperer was really one of the stupider decisions CBS has ever made (and that's saying something). Makes me wonder what kind of information Jennifer Love Hewitt has over those fuckers.
It looks nice outside. Maybe I should go enjoy the day, or something.
*Supernatural at its best tends to stir up all sorts of my very well buried issues causing all sorts of turbulence in my generally still emotional pool which leads me to do things like mindlessly stare at the wall, fits of hysterical laughter followed by fits of hysterical sobbing, and all topped off with manic surfing of the internet at all hours of the day and night (X-Files also had a tendency to cause a similar response, ya'll should've seen me after 'Anasazi' and 'Gethsemene'). It's not helped when my "friends" start drawing allusions to Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol and going over the Sea and I refuse to start crying all over again.
What I need at the moment is some good, purging fic to read. It's unfortunate that pretty much everyone else seems to be in a similar catatonic state. =D
At the moment I'm supposed to be writing the first graded paper (a closed memorandum) for my Research & Writing course. It's only 5 pages and apparently fandom has been a great preparatory ground for legal writing but not surprisingly I'm unable to focus. The good news is that it's not due till Tuesday.
Yesterday had a therapeutic viewing of the Zack Snyder remake of Dawn of the Dead with the Baylor Sister. Nothing like some zombie violence to cleanse the mental palate. Also had a chance to comiserate with the Baylor Cousin over the cancellation of Jericho. It was her most favorite show on tv and she is in mourning for the loss of Jake Green's ass. It is her first fangirl experience in having a favorite show cancelled out from under her and that's always hard. Cancelling Jericho and keeping Ghost Whisperer was really one of the stupider decisions CBS has ever made (and that's saying something). Makes me wonder what kind of information Jennifer Love Hewitt has over those fuckers.
It looks nice outside. Maybe I should go enjoy the day, or something.
*Supernatural at its best tends to stir up all sorts of my very well buried issues causing all sorts of turbulence in my generally still emotional pool which leads me to do things like mindlessly stare at the wall, fits of hysterical laughter followed by fits of hysterical sobbing, and all topped off with manic surfing of the internet at all hours of the day and night (X-Files also had a tendency to cause a similar response, ya'll should've seen me after 'Anasazi' and 'Gethsemene'). It's not helped when my "friends" start drawing allusions to Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol and going over the Sea and I refuse to start crying all over again.